A small sneer crosses his face

The only visible sign to the hell below

A bubbling vat of poison emotion fill this space
Hatred mixes with self hatred, and ultimately sorrow

Images of violence swirl his mind
As water circles a drain
However, no violence is committed of any kind
Except the degradation of his soul from pain:

Pain of his own
Pain from his conscience
Pain from his home
Pain given to others in his responses

The darkness calls, the only escape
What feelings are real - is all a lie?
Sadness lurks inside, taking his shape
All that can be done

Is lay down

And cry